Profilul lui Bythor- Rosiori de Vede, Teleorman

IUBIREA, un suflet in doua trupuri, dragostea, un trup in doua suflete, dar tragedia vietii noastre nu este ca se termina asa repede, ci ca asteptam nepermis de mult sa o incepem, uitam ca traim, uitam sa traim, suntem niste frumosi decedati umblatori care fugim de fuga noastra, ajungem nicaieri, ne risipim in timp. si obositi de atata nimic ne asezam binisor jos si ne pierdem vremea privind cum trece timpul, cum ne trece. viata. Si ea nemiloasa trece, trece si nu se mai opreste, iar noi ramanem fluturand amintiri, care ne, sau nu ne apartin si-n zornaitul carora sangeram albastru, ca doar suntem doamne si domni. Love, a soul in two bodies, love, two souls in one body, but the tragedy of our lives is not that it ends so soon, but as objectionable expect much to start, remember that we live, watch live, they re beautiful died Traveling to fle our run, getting anywhere, wasting our time and tired. so anything we sit down and we pretty hang on as time goes on, as we go. life. And it goes ruthless past and never stops and we stick waving memories, we, or not-we belong and whom I bled blue rattles, that only we ladies and gentlemen.